The White Tree
Alone you stand, why's that so ?,
All alone,your white glow.
Standing proud, tall and bare,
Underneath the sun's blazing stare.
Your branches knotted, tangled, torn,
Surrounding trees bloom, whilst you stand alone.
You dont seem to fit, forgotten, your all left out,
Whilst strong winds whip you all about.
Tell me why you dont fit in,
Is it the colour of your skin.
Ive never seen a tree so rare,
All i can do is stand and stare